The only way I can make sense of it is to believe that Floyd was put on this earth to shine his bright smile, spirit and optimism to everyone he met, so that they would know it is possible to live like he modelled.
In between episodes of weeping, I have been inspired in so many ways.
Floyd passed on my birthday eve, at the end of a day when I had started feeling blue and moping about turning 59. Well, that didn't last long. I am devastated that someone as young and full of life as Floyd could be gone so fast. It's true, the good do die young.
My perspective flipped to being thrilled to turn 59. Holy shit, look how far I made it!!
It doesn't feel surface, it feels deep. Rather than weaken me and discourage me, I feel strengthened, with a new resolve.
Today I'm tired, looking around for a little of that passion, but its not so far away...
RIP Floyd ~ I feel so fortunate that you touched my life. I love you buddy.
UPDATE (May 2020): I recently discovered that Floyd's website is no longer active. As the archives of his works are slowly disappearing, I scoured the net to find what I could, which I have posted below.
Also:
http://www.floydsinclair.ca/ - Floyd's art
Black Vancouverites respond to question 'Where are you from?'
Floyd Sinclair exhibit at Gallery 1515
PS. My later blog post about sickle-cell anaemia
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